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Ulrica Archer

"I do not need words to express my emotions.."

0 · 402 views · located in Colorado

a character in “Shadows at Dawn: The Gathering”, as played by DreamerOnTheStars

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Ulrica Archer


Age: 20

Additional Appearance: Ulrica is a tall and slender women, who has an air of sophistication and power. Her hair is a rich ivory, which ends at her shoulder blades. Her skin however is rather tan, and is quiet fair. And randomly enough her eyes are a light green that appear very unique, seeing her weird combination of characteristic. In addition to her eyes, they are sharp and precise, giving her great aim. She is often told that she is very intimidating with such glaring eyes, but at times they can shine with kindness.

Clothing: Honestly Ulrica doesn't care of such trivial things. She would wear a dress, boys clothing, fur, anything. Though its not proven that she has a certain preference, but she is seen wearing loose shirts and pants. No jeans, but mostly sweats or shorts. Its probably for comfort and training, or if anything were to happen, she could run easily.

Weapon: Her weapons depends on the position she is in, in battle. If she were to be in the back lines, she would use a Bow and Arrow. Hers is specially crafted with fine, strong and thin metal, while her arrows are the lightest made metal in the world. Her close distance weapons would be daggers, or clawed gloves.

Faction: Werewolves

Rank: Beta

Animal: Wolf

Background: Ulrica grew under no one. Her parents left her with real wolves, the reason unknown. Yet the wolves seem to sense the blood of their own kin within her. So they cared for her as if she was one of their own. Her behavior resulted to be very animal-like and she would walk around like an animal herself. But she came to observe others and was taught to stand on her own feet. It was a change, but she quickly caught on. When she was in her middle teens, she was found by werewolf. A kind one she was, and she took care of Ulrica and did everything in her power to make her happy. She cut her ridicolusly long hair and taught her full degree of civilized behavior. It was a long progress but she finally got it. She used a fork and spoon, napkins, the bathroom, etc. Her speech got better as well, yet she doesnt speak at all, as if she was mute. IT was a rare occurrance when she speaks, other then howling. So later on, when Ulrica got older, she learned self-defense and offense from special trainers. She, for some reason, was drafted to a little faction, But it wasent hard for Ulrica. Defiantly not in her animal form, seeing how she grew up under one. She grew quick and powerful, easily winning against others. Though she knows she isnt the best, yet strives to be.

Personality: Ulrica is kind, caring, mature, and sensible despite her aggressive and intimidating appearance. Actually she is rather mute, she rarely talks, and doesnt really interact with others. But she isnt solitary and anti-social, she just isnt seen playing cards or doing anything big around people. Also people tell her that she is very mother-like and she tells others that she enjoys pups, they bring her joy. She doesnt get annoyed easily, nor is she impatient. She is quite the calm, and level-headed she-wolf. Emotionless most of the time, actually.

How do you feel about the other faction: She doesnt have any defiant feelings, but she honestly doesnt mind, nor cares. She just wants to get along...

Miscellaneous: TBA
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So begins...

Ulrica Archer's Story

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Ophis followed far behind the others, making sure no one was catching up to the pride. It would be easy for her to escape if they did catch up, seeing how she was a cheetah, one of the fastest felines in the world. Or so she believes.

Stepping near her leader, she looked around for any sign, anything that may help them. Food would be the best sign of them all. Her stomach growls quietly at the thought, whimpering for food or water. ‘Below, in the forest, we might be able to find food. I know some of us haven’t eaten since the incident. Food is essential and since they are gone for the while we can quickly eat and get going. Plus, where there is prey, there is water. C’mon' Ophis nods, her ears twitching a bit at the slightest noise. She turns gracefully, her steps even and spaced, normal thing for a cat. Scanning the area, she saw the bushes shift, as something moved within the branches and leaves. Lowering herself down beneath the high grass, she stared waiting...

Suddenly Her sharp, yellow eyes darted to the right, as a large hare raced from bushes, hoping to hide and escape the dangerous beast. Which wouldn't be possible. Ophis's legs kicked off, and darted after the rodent. Within seconds, She easily caught up, and with a snap of her jaw, she caught the hare with ease, breaking its fragile bones.
Tasting the familiar taste of iron, she pawed her way back to the group, pleased with her catch.
‘We’ll wait here. The wolves don’t matter. If it becomes a problem,’ Her ears twitched, and she frowns. 'Wolves...?' She snarls quietly, dropping her prize to the ground with out a care. She didnt like that word, defiantly when they were on the run. They had so many problems already... ‘Yeah, but my pride is first.’ Ophis could feel her eyes soften, and she smiles a bit, which was hardly noticeable. Nudging the large hare towards her, she smiles. "This is why you're an excellent leader..." She said. "Ill follow you every step of the way!"

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Ulrica combed her sleek fingers through her long, ivory colored hair, and stepped out of her room.
She stretched and yawns quietly. It has been a couple of hours, and she finally rose from the dead. Its actually been awhile since she was up so early, so she wanted to get back into that routine, before it become a habit of hers to sleep in. "....." Yawning once more, she wanders around wondering if anyone rose awake as well. Obviously the alpha, Anvar, but who else- "What IS that stuff!? Bleck" Her keen ears, turned to the noise, and the corner of her mouth tilted upwards. Maybe she wasn't the only one awake after all. 'The young ones are lively...' The female wolf thought knowingly, Peeking into the study, she steps in quietly, and saw the interaction between the pup and the others. Honestly, it was very cute...
Resisting the urge to laugh, she bows her head respectfully towards the alpha, and waved kindly to the others.

It wasent like her to talk, and say "good morning" but she meant no harm. Luckily for her, the pack should have known that by now. Or so she hoped. She never was a talker, and was always so mute, well most of the time. Looking around, she glanced at the blank gun and looked at both Cyra and Anvar. 'Don't get why you are drinking in the morning, anyway.' Hearing the girl's mumble, she smiles softly. "Well this is Anvar we're talking about..." She spoke quietly, emphasizing on the word "Is". "Besides he is the alpha..." She finished, leaning against the wall.

The setting changes from Colorado to The Pack House

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Character Portrait: Cyra Grey Character Portrait: Anvar Woad Character Portrait: Vale Alvers Character Portrait: Renmy Soril Character Portrait: Ulrica Archer Character Portrait: Brandin Solstiss
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"WHY DO WE EVEN HAVE THIS THING!?"

It was the last straw as the silk sheets slowly raised from the still bed resembling an apparition. The darkness also added to the illusion as the curtains securely blocked the rising sun's light from entering the room. For a few moments, the scenery remained without change and was only dispelled by a click of a tongue. Long and slender fingers grabbed on to the sheets and pulled it away with much resentment. Upon doing so, it revealed a handsome young man with messy crimson hair and mesmerizing pair of red and gold eyes. Albeit, the eyes were hazed with annoyance accompanied by a tint of sleepiness. This person was none other than Brandin. Placing his right hand over his face, it effectively covered half of it as he closed his eyes. He always hated waking up to unpleasant noises unless they were the screams of those he had the ecstasy of killing. It would also seem that his fellow wolves were already up and about with their every movement creating more noises to his sensitive ears. Opening his gold eyes that was not covered up, he looked at the digital watch at the end table near his bed. It was just a little past 4 in the morning. How could he sleep peacefully like this? Gritting his teeth, he removed his hand from his face and quickly stood up from his bed. The silk covers hiding his frame now fully revealed him.

"So noisy. Tsk."

Clicking his tongue once again, Brandin stood beside his bed and scratch his head in dismal of his situation. He was only wearing a pair of black pajama pants without a top. In short, he was half-naked and it did not bother him at all. He went to the small corner of his room where a table and a chair were elegantly placed. On the table, there was a Staunton chess set with some of its pieces already moved. It was not any chess set as it was one of the 500 sets that were signed and numbered by Howard Staunton the one designed this particular chess set. If he could recall, this set was numbered 1. As if he would allow himself to have anything less. He grabbed hold of his black sleeping robe and wore it. He did not bother closing it properly. After doing so, he moved the black rook forward defeating the white knight piece. This made him smirk but only momentarily as he released a yawn. It seemed he still require a few hours of sleep. However, the noises keep continuing on along with the few voices that reached his ears.

"Who died for them to be so freakin' lively?"

Speaking with a tone of irritation yet low enough indicating Brandin was still not in the mood for lively chatter. He left his room and released a soft sigh. It irked him to wake up so early. It was not even an emergency. They were not the only living being here in the house. He had even took the room farthest from everyone due to his preference of peace and quiet and a lot of privacy. He even made a point that Vale would never enter his room at all costs. If he remembered correctly, he frightened the little pup to the point the young one would avoid him. He was scolded by the Alpha because of that. Well, it did not matter to him. He got he wanted anyway. The hell hound of curiosity did not imposed on his privacy or bother him with the pup's triviality. Although, it was a miracle that despite the location of his room he could still hear their incessant noises not to mention that scream which broke his patience. Closing the door to his room, he walked towards where the congregation of the noises were coming from. They knew better than to get him in a bad mood so early in the morning.

Soon, Brandin turned around the corner and was now in the hallway leading to the Alpha's study room/meeting hall as well. His eyes caught sight of two individuals. One was Cain and another one was having an intimate discussion with the floor which he had noticed to be Renmy. Approaching the two, he looked at Cain momentarily and then to Renmy who was holding a vase. He was certain that she was the one shouting earlier. It was also noticeable that she was soaking wet. He hardly doubt that the vase did that. Looking at the corner of his eyes, he saw the fallen table and placed it back to its proper position. Afterwards, he took the vase in Renmy's hand without saying anything and placed it on the table. Taking a moment to look at his handiwork, he returned his attention to Renmy. The girl was a klutz. Everyone knew that. He only wished she would do that when he is not sleeping.

"You woke me up, Renmy."

His eyes of red and gold stared at her with clear irritation. After a brief moment to let his words sink in, Brandin looked at Cain again. He did not spare the man any greetings but gave a nod of acknowledgement before passing him to gain entrance to the study. After all, he was rudely woken up. Entering the study without much of respect, his eyes traveled at the ones present inside and casually leaned at the door frame. Crossing his arms, he released a small yawn. His eyes showed annoyance which made those heterochromic eyes glow in an eerie manner. If one did not know any better, they would find beauty in danger. He lazily placed his right index finger into his right ear and turned it around playfully.

"Would you keep it down. You're not the only people here."

The setting changes from The Pack House to Colorado

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Character Portrait: Cyra Grey Character Portrait: Anvar Woad Character Portrait: Vale Alvers Character Portrait: Renmy Soril Character Portrait: Ulrica Archer Character Portrait: Brandin Solstiss
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To no surprise to the alpha, the figuire standing in the doorway was in fact the little pup who's curiousity could kill over half the cats in the world. Her eyes rested on something through the window to which Anvar paid no attention too his focus was on Vale, and as a massive smile lit up her small little face he himself couldn't help but to smile with. Her gaze quickly flickered to him acknowledging he did infact exist and out of no where with her childish, erratic energy sprinted over to his desk, leaning up on it, with some difficulties, with her small hands scrabbling along the wood surface towards his whiskey. "What is this? Are you drinking it?? I wanna try some!" And before Anvar could explain it wasn't for children, those little hands of hers had snatched up the bottle while her index finger was sliding along the mouth of the container and back into her own. She scrunched up her face immediately, and brought a hand to her throat, coughing and sticking her tongue out. "What ITH that thtuthf!? Blehc." She made a mock gag causing a bout of laughter from him, pointing to her open mouth with her tongue still out in the open, a sort of frown on her face. Anvar took the bottle back from the little pup, smile still on his face. "It's called whiskey and don't worry when you're older, and maybe the alpha one day, you'll learn to like it." He remarked in a calm tone.

He noticed her eyes focussing on something else and once againer hands were already up on the sturdy piece of furniture once more, her tongue returned into her mouth, pushing herself up again her hands made towards Retrobution. Her curious little wandering Vale hands quickly met the metal and enclosed around the barrel, dragging it back to her body as Anvar merely continued to watch, intrigued by her rection to his gun. She then dropped her little frame down, gun in hand, before quickly prodding every part of it. She turned it around, looking straight down the muzzle, making the alpha bite his lower lip as he was grateful he had kept it unloaded as her finger resting on the keen little trigger. “What is this?” The little child asked Anvar curiously, turning the object around once more and aiming it right at the alpha. Though she didn’t realize it, almost all of her focus was caught with the dangerous weapon that she was oblivious too.

She pressed down on the trigger curiously, Damn I'm glad I made this room child safe with her around he thought, a feeling of relief that he kept the ammunition to his gun locked away in the desk, she was listening intently to the little click and small clunk that notified the user that it was empty and needed to be reloaded. Clearing his throat to get her attention he looked her in her large eyes, his smile still on his lips. "That my little princess is called a gun but this one has a name, Retrobution." He paused so that she could take it in before he carried on. "It was my father's and when he..." He was interupted as his ears picked up a body hitting the floor followed by a "WHY DO WE EVEN HAVE THIS THING!?" It was no doubt Renmy the pups 'social worker', Anvar couldn't help but to bring his right hand to his face, shaking his head slightly, after a second or two of this he began to carry on his sentance. "When he died, it became mine." The memory of his father's death was still caused a sharp pain in his heart and left a bitter feeling when it subsided. "If you want I can teach you how to use it, that is though if a little princess like you would want to know how to use a big old gun like that." The bitter feeling subsided as a strange paternal feeling crept into him but was cut short when his ears once again picked up movement just outside the door

A wolf imeddiately entered the study and despite it being a member of the canine family he knew it was Cyra. Her eyes first went to him, then his bottle of whiskey and finally to the pup playing with the doubled barrelled magnum, ears slanted down while her eyes shone with concern, causing a feeling of slight amusement to Anvar. She seemed to relax when a little when it became obvious the gun wasn't loaded. Still standing in the doorway, Cyra's eyes went emphatically to the whiskey bottle before landing on Anvar's face. 'That should probably be put away before...' her eyes flickered to the girl, "does a taste test." Causing a low chuckle to come from his throat. "Too late my little princess has already tried it bu I don't think I'm going to make an alcoholic out of her just yet." He smiled that rather unsettling, to a normal human anyway, wolfish grin of his, she then ambled to the couch and mumbled something which even with his good hearing he still couldn't quite pick out the words and began to watch Vale play.

In a moment of them watching her another member entered the room, Ulrica, Anvar met her gaze as she nodded to him, giving her a warm smile, he knew she was a shy one and didn't hold it against her that she doesn't just say hello like most people would. She walked over to a seat close to the other beta and must have heard what she mumbled as she gave a soft smile to her. "Well this is Anvar we're talking about..." She spoke quietly, making it clear that she was emphasizing on the word "Is". "Besides he is the alpha..." She finished, leaning against the wall deciding she wasn't going to sit, Anvar let out another wolfish grin turning his attention to Ulrica. "You know I've always liked you Ulrica.... You get me." He almost cackled bur held it in, he wasn't being mean about her comment he just made a joke over a lot of things, you could say it was a defence mechanism of his and you'd be half right. "Alright I'm going to be a bit serious....I know scary right. Anyway I hope you both would remember what day it is but I'll forgive you if you don't it's not like it effects either of you really." His voice grew seriously, although only slightly. "Anyway I'll be leaving you two in full charge of the pack today when you go for patrol soon." He shooked his head at their surprise. "Now don't be like that I trust both of you with my hide no matter what the situation is and besides you both still owe me for these." His tone grew back to it's joker like ways as he pointed to the various scars that covered his skin.

"Would you keep it down. You're not the only people here." An irritated voice spoke up, revealing it to be Brandin. Wow it's busier than usual in here, he thought surprised at the multi-coloured eyed werekin. "Well maybe if you stopped taking lessons from Sleeping Beauty and took a page out of my book you'd already be up and doing something productive but now you are and guess what you're going on patrol soon." His smile faded, out of all the members of his pack he liked Brandin, or the Sleaping Beauty wannabe as Anvar often dubbed him, the least. His attitude towards the rest of them was rather cold at best and down right hostile at worst. "And besides you don't need any beauty sleep, what ever God exist knows it won't help you." He smirked, getting up and stretching before taking the bottle and downed the rest of his drink, placing it back down when he finished. He walked over to Vale, who was still engrossed in the gun, and picked her up placing her on his left shoulder so she was sitting down. He turned around to the betas his smile returning. "Will you two beauties round up everyone and take them on patrol?" They replied and done what he wished, he waited till all of them had left the house, watching them through the window while Vale remained on his shoulder. "Vale, would you like to come to a special place of mine?" He asked, looking up into her little face.

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Character Portrait: Cyra Grey Character Portrait: Anvar Woad Character Portrait: Vale Alvers Character Portrait: Renmy Soril Character Portrait: Ulrica Archer Character Portrait: Brandin Solstiss
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Renmy Soril


Renmy's figure shook slightly, the adrenaline from the slide still coursing through her nerves and networks, the vase wobbling in her clutches. She let out a few more small breaths, realizing once again that her hair was plastered all over her face- something that was an extreme irritation. She had brought up her knees just a bit for a more comfortable position, though she still wasn't completely comfortable with getting up. But then Cyra decided to wander over and check on her, making a snide comment on the side.

'At this rate, we will have to superglue everything to the ground.'

Renmy's eyes traveled over to where her fellow wolf was standing, and she let out a huff of breath before replying carefully. "I... really, don't think that you'd be able- to er, find enough glue for that anyway. Besides, I'd probably forget and then get my hand stuck somewhere or, uh, other." She didn't expect Cyra to then proceed in the act of prodding her with her nose, something that made the red-headed gamma jump ever so slightly in surprise, her hands slipping off the vase for a second, and then fumbling to re-catch it before it fell over and cracked or something.

She shot a small glare at Cyra as she abandoned her and walked into the alpha's office. However, she didn't get to keep that train of thought going, as she soon saw Ulrica, the second female beta (which she didn't understand- having two females for the betas, but shrugged it off anyway), completely ignore her presence and walk straight into the study. The fem pressed her lips together, blinking quietly. I... guess that's a good thing. One less person I have to explain myself to. She thought to herself a bit strained, trying to console her conscience.

Carefully, she slid backwards on her knees, attempting to prop herself up so she could sit down. In the process, she distractedly had the thought of her form representing a worm like in the cartoons moving. After another shiver, Ren let out a collected sigh, glad that she had made it thus far. But once more, another member of the pack wandered over to her.

It was none other than Cain, and she clutched the vase close to her chest at the sound of his voice asking if she was alright. She nibbled her lip a bit nervously before replying to him. "I'm fine. Er, well, as fine as I can be at any one particular moment in time...." Her face suddenly whitened as she realized just how many people had gotten up and looked over her, which meant that she must have also woken them up.

And as if to confirm her suspicion, Brandin stormed mutely over, picking up the table and replacing it against the wall. The girl's lower lip trembled unseen, and the two-hued eyes seemed, at least to her, to bore into her face and figure before the owner of them stooped over her and practically pried the vase from her trembling fingers, replacing it on the table. Almost as soon as her hands were free from the object, her left one shot up to her face and pulled back the hair sticking annoyingly onto her skin and poking her eyes. The right one clutched her right thigh lightly, her eyes straying over to Cain's feet to distract herself from Brandin's wrath.

"You woke me up, Renmy."

And her face had just begun to return to color too. The red-headed gamma remained utterly silent, crossing her arms one in front of the other loosely, she peered up at him, but his gaze rested on Cain now before he shuffled into the alpha's office. Renmy once more bit her lower lip before looking up at Cain's face and reached for his hand to assist her in getting up. She'd probably slip again, no matter what the odds might be, so her damp and clammy hand met his warm one, and she pulled herself up once she noted he had braced himself a bit. Or at least she hoped that that was what he was doing. Man, would that ever be a calamity if he should tumble down with her onto the floor if he hadn't been paying attention to what she herself had been doing.


Vale Alvers


The little pup scrunched up her face, glancing at Anvar with her right eye squinted and her left eyebrow raised. "I don't think I could ever like this yucky water stuff. And I don't want to be an alpha, it's too much work." She put her hands on her hips, and shook her head resolutely, the gun still in her hand. As the older wolf explained to her just what she was handling, she scanned his face warily. She didn't particularly like being called princess, but she let it slide, and didn't tell anyone about it either. It was mostly just the alpha who called her that anyway.

"Ret- yeah, uhm, I can't... I don't think I can say tha- Retruo... Re...." Once more she shook her head, clutching the gun tightly as she continued to fidget with it as he paused with the crash coming from outside the room. Vale didn't pay it much mind, already knowing it was probably Renmy. Though, she did take a second to peer out the door, though couldn't really see anything anyway.

"When he died, it became mine." Vale looked up innocently, still not understanding the full technicalities of how death worked. "I think that's sad. Why do people... die, Anvar?" The child's eyes always grew at least a little bit wider whenever she asked a question. Her features picked up though when he said he'd teach her how to use such a dangerous, although again still unbeknownst to her, weapon. In reality, the girl would probably end up causing some serious damage to both object and person alike if not warned properly about such a thing.

She looked over as she heard Cyra enter the room, and grinned brightly again, flailing her little arm in greeting to another member of her family. She watched as the girl in wolf form flickered her ears this way and that as she communicated and accentuated such speech with different facial features and stances before finally resting down on the couch and allowing a mumble of sorts to permeate the air. Then Ulrica decided to join the group and Vale gave her a sideways expression of greeting, soon losing interest in her as she didn't speak often.

She could vaguely hear titters in her range of hearing as people made talk out in the hall in response to Renmy's crash, although Vale was fairly unawares of what actually happened out there. But she was captured in the shininess of the gun, her attention recalled and refocused to it. That is, until Brandin came in too. The little girl whirled around and pointed the gun right at him, pulling down on the trigger. She beamed up at him cheerfully, the click coming quickly after the action, and then the thunk a half second later. Sure, he was a little scary, but she wasn't really too nervous what with all the other members in the room as well. Besides, it was in her nature not to be phased too much by a more intimidating pack member. Or at least as long as she was a pup, she'd have to learn about those things eventually, but that wasn't until later.

Her arm dropped once more, and she looked back up at Anvar as he began to comment on a Disney character or other, and she made a revolted face as he downed the rest of the nasty liquid. He then began to talk about duties and such and the child quickly lost interest in the room and gun, replacing it on his desk.

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Character Portrait: Cyra Grey Character Portrait: Anvar Woad Character Portrait: Vale Alvers Character Portrait: Renmy Soril Character Portrait: Ulrica Archer Character Portrait: Cassius Jagger
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Cyra gave a small huff, amusement plain on her face when Anvar informed her that Vale had already gotten a taste. Cyra wasn't surprised at all, but sometimes the girl's intense curiosity concerned her. What would happen when she got into something more dangerous that a taste of whiskey or an unloaded gun? And even worse, what if none of the pack was able to get the pup out of it?

Ulrica entered the room just as Cyra made her comment. Of course, Ulrica had to make a comment of her own. Cyra's ears went back slightly, her eyes narrowing for a moment at her fellow beta. Though it was a true statement, and even one that Cyra agreed with, she resented it when it came from one who she deemed a rival. Though Cyra and Ulrica were equal in authority, Cyra was always wary of any attempt by Ulrica to gain more authority, imagined or not. At Anvar's grinning comment, Cyra somehow got the idea that the alpha was beginning to favor Ulrica over her, though it was said in a joking manner. Her ears flattened back more severely, eyes again narrowing at the beta, as a soundless growl rumbled in her throat.

This was quickly cut off by the alpha's next statement. Cyra gave a sneeze, and her expression instantaneously changed, one ear straight up with the other cocked back in almost playful manner. With her head tilted to one side, she seemed curious and attentive to the Alpha's words. She was only slightly surprised that he was sending them out on patrol without him, but she took the responsibility seriously. When he pointed at his various scars, one side of Cyra's lip curled up, tail wagging playfully as she grinned back at him in her own way.

Suddenly, Brandin came in, grumpy as usual. Cyra merely turned her grin to him, happy at the thought of getting out of the house, even if it was just to go on patrol. She gave another amused huff as Vale "shot" him with the gun. She paid little attention to Anvar's banter with Brandin, laying her head down on her massive paws.

When Anvar told the betas to round everyone up for patrol, more of an order than a request, Cyra jumped off the couch and strode out of the room, hurrying a bit to beat Ulrica. Without breaking stride, she communicated to Renmy and Cain. "Time to go on patrol. Renmy, I think Anvar is planning on watching Vale, so you can come." Usually, Renmy didn't go on patrol with them, already having her hands full with Vale, but perhaps she would decide to this time.

Not pausing to reflect on this, Cyra continued through the lower floor in search of Cassius, pausing a moment at the stairs to listen for any movement upstairs before heading outside. Pausing to the right of the door, one foot held up as she sniffed the ground, she searched for his scent. She soon picked it up, along with Vale and Renmy's from earlier and the older scents of the whole pack. She followed his scent around the house, nose going low to the ground every few steps.

After a moment, she caught sight of him lying in the grass, obviously asleep. Cyra didn't question why he was out here, but instead, joyfully bounded over to him. She jabbed his shoulder sharply with her nose and pawed at him several times until he woke up. When he awoke, she bounded backwards once as playfully as a young puppy, her front legs on the ground with her rump high in the air and her tail wagging fiercely. "We're going on patrol. Come on!"

She ran back to the front steps, waiting until everyone that was going was ready, and, running off beside Ulrica, quickly settled into a fast but efficient lope with her tail lazily wagging as they headed off on patrol.

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"You know I've always liked you Ulrica.... You get me." The corners of her lip turned upwards, enjoying the reaction she earned from the Alpha, but she calmed herself as soon as he spoke his new words. "Anyway I'll be leaving you two in full charge of the pack today when you go for patrol soon." She blinks and stared at him, a soft look of shock sketching across her face. Usually the leader was with them...but she didnt mind. "Now don't be like that I trust both of you with my hide no matter what the situation is and besides you both still owe me for these."

'He is right..' Without Anvar, she probably wouldnt be here, he was the one who took her in... "Would you keep it down. You're not the only people here." An irritated voice spoke up, revealing it to be Brandin. "Hm...?" Ulrica hums, scanning the newcomer up and down. Honestly, Ulrica felt nothing for him, well not like that, she cared for him, but his mean ways didnt really effect her. Nodding towards the alpha, she tugged Brandin's arm, and eyed everyone else to come.

Watching Cyra race off, a mute chuckle escaped her lips and she quickly followed. Cyra was always so...whats the word, competive about the beta posistion. IT was normal for a wolf of course, and she completly understood, though she always was confused. 'I never planned to gain more power in the begginning...' Ulrica sweat drops lightly, before lopping off beside Cyra.
A wind gentle passed, and she sighed happily, but her eyes suddenly snapped open in shock. 'Huh...?' She sniffed the air in wonder and her eyes widen in realization. Lifting her arm in the air, she brushed it across the air. "A new scent has surrounded the area...over there.." She signaled, speaking calmly to the female beta. Ulrica's usual narrow emerald green eyes narrowed even more in suspicion. The smell was familar, something from a mission but she couldnt put her paw on it.

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Brandin looked at the pup of the pack which was Vale as she shot him with Anvar's gun. Unfortunately for him, the gun was not reloaded. If it was, he would have enough reason to tear the girl into shreds. He adored that idea especially when he was rudely awakened. The pup will do as a stress reliever. Although, he was certain that rest of the pack would be quite furious with what he was thinking inwardly. Furthermore, he was not in the mood to tackle everyone here just to bite Vale's head off. So, all he did was to smile at Vale with a tint of malicious intent gleaming across his heterochromatic eyes. It was enough to make anyone shiver of what was the vile idea forming within the mind of the antagonistic member of the pack. His attention was taken away when the Alpha called him with his wonderful nickname, 'Sleeping Beauty'. He really did not mind at all. Being compared to a person who has no care in the world, it would be good. However, he would rather die than be kissed by someone to wake him up.

"Did you just say patrol? You must be joking."

Those eyes that were holding back his annoyance were now being shown fully. Brandin's crimson-colored eye was like raging fire while the gold one was similar to a blazing sun. He would rather go to sleep than go to a patrol with any of them at the moment. His words were delivered in a deadpan tone as it seems the idea of tackling everyone inside this room was beginning to be a good idea for him. He felt Ulrica tugging his arm to come with her. Glancing at one of the female betas, there was no remorse or even the feeling of respect within that gaze. He definitely woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. He pulled back his arm as if he was disgusted being touched by Ulrica. There is no way he is going with anyone to patrol. The only way he is taking was the one straight to his room to sleep. God forbid, if anyone bothers or tell him otherwise. This morning would be a bloodbath for certain.

"Hell I would listen to you. I'm going back to sleep. You would do me a favor and go out faster."

Glaring at Anvar one more time, Brandin left the room without another word. He was certain that he had made his point. He walked passed Renmy and Cain without even acknowledging them as he went back to his room. His presence was similar to a roaring flame. He was certainly not in the mood to entertain anyone. One would wonder what made him join the pack in the first place. It would seem he would have been better alone since he has no intention of getting along with anyone or as far as to listen to anyone unless it is productive for him. Moreover, he seems to have no loyalties as he tends to be hostile to anyone in the pack. No one was safe from his aggressiveness even the young ones. Soon enough, Brandin had arrived in his room and shut the door with large sound as it echoed within the house. Afterwards, he removed his night robe and threw it over a nearby chair then laid on his bed while covering his head with a blanket. He would sleep until he was satisfied and he has no intention of changing that no matter who they are.

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#, as written by slcam
Cyra loped along happily. The morning was warm, and the light from the rising sun slowly spilled over them. The grass under her paws was green and the earth was soft from a recent rain. Countless grasshoppers scattered out before them, along with small, fluttering butterflies. A rabbit was startled from its hiding place and darted away. Cyra gazed disinterestedly at it as it disappeared from view in the tall grass. A soft breeze carressed their backs, bringing a refreshing coolness. Suddenly, the direction of the wind changed bringing a new and rather strong scent. Ulrica pointed it out, making it even more obvious than it already was. She seemed confused by the scent, as if she could not quite place it, but Cyra knew it immediately. "Werecats." Cyra's hackles rose, making her look larger than she already was. A deep growl rumbled in her chest as she continued to scent the air. "Not only are they on our land, but they have also been hunting." Cyra could smell the freshly killed meat even from here, though it was not as prominent in her nostrils as the smell of the cats. This realization only made her growl increase in intensity. "Let's go. Cassius, Anvar needs to be informed of this. Hurry!"

The length of her stride increased until she was almost in a flat out run, the motion seeming effortless. Within minutes, they were in sight of the river. The intruders were close. Suddenly, another scent came to her. It was that of Brandin and Cyra thought she also detected Renmy. She had thought that Brandin was still at the house. What woke him up and brought him out here? It was unlikely that Renmy had woken him up, she was smarter than that. She slightly changed her direction again to intercept Brandin and Renmy. It would be better if they faced this theat as a group. They were getting closer and closer to the cats, and Cyra was getting noticeably more tense. There was a familiar scent amont those intruders, one that brought back memories that Cyra would rather forget. She desperately hoped that she was mistaken, but even if she was not, she would not hesitate to protect her pack and home at all costs if necessary.

Finally, the werecats came into view, some in human form but several still in animal form. Her pace slowed, her bearing menacing and face curled in a snarl. "How dare you intrude on our land!" A fierce, rasping growl emanated from the wolf, expressing the extent of her displeasure at the werecats presence.

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Ulrica followed quickly, and her eyes narrowed towards the felines in suspicion. 'What are they doing in these parts...' She wonders, before noticing the alpha. She came close, and noticed the others as well. 'I guess most of the pack is here... good thing too...' Her ears drooped a bit, she hadn't been able to help... but next time she will. She was sure of it.
Listening to the conversation's around her, she felt her ears flicker at Anvar's words. She sighs a bit. 'Same ol'.... flirt...'
Ulrica always wondered how he became alpha, but she found out a long time ago. She saw his strong spirit and his leadership when hard times blew in. The pack would probably be in shambles if they didn't have him... and if he wasnt her now, a war probably would have started. She smiles a bit, but quickly noticed and droped it. She stepped closer, right behind the alpha and near the beta, watching the feline's movements and expressions with sharp eyes. the felines didnt seem to mean any trouble, but still... Why were they here. There must be a reason. But of course, Anvar began to offer their home to the felines. Was this a good idea..? She asked herself, but dropped it quickly.
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Ophis lurched forward, beside Astrid and began to check for any wounds... Nothing. She sighed with relief, and smiled a bit. How can she doubt her leaders strength... strong, fast, smart...but still. Ophis turned to look at the wolves.
She felt her throat rumble with anger, but she remained inaudible. Her leader didn't want to start a fight...so she will beckon to her wishes. Stepping closer To Astrid, she checked her leader's little sister and the rest. Everyone seemed ready... and if something were to happen, it should be alright. Though even with the reassurance, she still felt her claws threatening to come out... and felt her legs pulse, with the need to lurch forward at that red head wolf. 'The damn brat...' She stared at Brandin, before scanning the others, 2 female betas...gammas, and finally the alpha. 'Not bad...' She compliment mentally. The alpha appeared to be strong both inside and out, and seemed to have a good leadership. 'But a total flirt...' She took a step forward, eying the alpha and everyone around them. Ophis had to be careful, even if they were on somehow "okay" terms, anything can happen. 'Remain calm Ophis...' she told herself, her eyes going to normal, expression turning neutral and her body relaxing. "So what do you say beautiful wanna come sleep in the big bad wolve's house?" She rolled her eyes, before peering at Astrid briefly.

[sorry for the absence!]

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"Oh. so the feline leader can talk."

It was the only thought that entered Brandin's mind. She is greatly mistaken if that tone, warnings, threats, authority, and promises can cause shivers in him. Actually, it has the opposite effect. This makes it more worthwhile. Licking his wolf lips with maligned intentions, his eyes seemed to spark even more with childish joy. He knew that this was going to be fun and the reactions from her pride members were exquisite. It was as he had expected. As to ensure, he was not alone. He noticed a glint coming from behind stopping one of the werecats from advancing. He knew that it was Renmy. The adrenaline and the need to see blood flowing and staining this land was becoming an insatiable thirst for him. Glancing at one of the male werecats who threatened him of being ripped apart, he gazed with such eerie calmness. But there was nothing innocent about it. In fact, it was glowing with bloody insanity. He was challenging the male to come after him and make his words true. The saying the weakest dog barks the loudest, it must also apply to the cats as the man did not do on his threat and stayed beside the female leader. For that, he sneered and raised his right paw and made a gesture as if saying, "Come on."

However, it would seemed that Brandin's fun would be cut short. This only soured his mood even further. The winds had carried the scent of the alpha and the annoying scent of the fox. His irritation could be clearly seen as a snarl was again present in his face. It even become wider when the fox dared to come in his way again. If he remembered correctly, he warned the midget fox to never cross him. He was also clear to use a language understandable for the pea-brained fox to understand. This only proves that the fox was a lost cause. Soon, the alpha arrived pointing his gun at Brandin's head. It was not hard to tell that Anvar was angry. Heck, he was the only one who has can do that without much effort. Instead of showing fear towards the leader, he raised his head arrogantly and pushed his head to the barrel of the gun. Indicating for Anvar to do it, Brandin did not show any fear towards him or even an ounce of submission. Honestly, he never did once do that.

As expected, Anvar removed his attention from Brandin and proceeded to flirt with the werecat leader as far as offering lodging at their place. This action disgusts him to a certain degree. The eyes of the alpha should be checked thoroughly. His eyesight might be going bad. No, it was probably bad or the man was going senile. There is also that it was both. Although, he would admit the fox was right on one thing. He was bloodthirsty, but as a maniac. It was about to begin right now. Without warning, he lunged as Rose and bite her right shoulder ferociously. It happened without any warning and for anyone to react to it. His fangs buried deep into her shoulder as blood gushed out.

Tasting the blood of the she-fox, Brandin's eyes glowed even more dangerously. He was going to tear her apart. But an idea entered his mind, the alpha was the only one exempted from talking back to him. Honestly, Anvar was the only one who can insult him and would not suffer Brandin's wrath on most occasions. This is why the pack can have confidence that the alpha could handle him when it comes to worst. However, they forgot one important thing. He was giving Anvar that special privilege and this fox was not included in that. Lifting the fox was not that difficult even more so in his wolf-form, he threw Rose towards Anvar making sure the fox's body collided with the alpha's. After that attack, the blood from his attack dripped from his lips and fangs. His eyes shined with glee from his actions. It was quite a sight as the blood fell on the ground like rain. When it comes to power in the pack, he was not second to anyone. They all knew that. One would even ask why he does not take the position of alpha. He could challenge Anvar for that without problem.

Brandin did remember that someone asked him that question. His answer was "It's too troublesome. I hate babysitting." That is why Anvar knew that whatever actions Brandin did. The gamma wolf would not challenge Anvar's right to authority but at the same time Brandin made sure to remind the alpha, he was not the submissive kind. Licking his lips again, he would allow the fox to live for now. This is the last warning for that idiotic fox. The next time even Anvar cannot protect her from him. No one can. He would no hesitate to tear down the pack to pieces if they pushed him too much. It would appeared that the werecats were not the biggest problem that the wolves have apparently. Turning his back to all of them, Brandin knew that Anvar would be busy with his flirting which included the werecat leader and the fox. He began to walk away but not before looking over his shoulders at Anvar. "Don't forget who you're dealing with." There were no words that came out but those eyes of his seemed to interpret as such. It was good to remind Anvar the reason why Brandin was in the pack once in awhile.

After that, Brandin walked away from the group and even walked passed Renmy without saying a word. But a grey object dropped in front of her. It was one of the knives she threw earlier. Soon enough, he was out of everyone's sight. He would not be coming back to the pack house any moment soon. The stress to kill was still coursing through his systems. In which, he would slaughter some animals he could find. It was better than nothing. Although, it also helps that he was feeling quite famished at the moment.

"Warm-up is done. Time for some breakfast."

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The alpha recieved a chuckle off the female causing him to relax his armed hand hanging loosely by his sides as he took in the sound of her laughter. "The name's Anvar by the way what's your's..." Before he got an answer he felt something collide into his back knocking him to the floor, winding him as he fell to his hands and knees. He didn't even bother too look behind him, he knew who it was that threw the object and as soon as that thought came into his mind causing a cold rage spreading through out his body and before he knew what he was doing his arm had swung around to where the red mongrel had been standing and fired all of the rounds in a matter of seconds. His picked up the sound of bullets hitting dirt which made him turn his head and to his actual horror he saw what hit him, a wounded Rose, her right shoulder a bloody mess... he turned his attention to Brandin although he didn't say a word his eyes said it all, Don't forget who you're dealing with, shaking uncontrollably with a white hot rage burning inside of him ignoring his need to breath he hauled himself up, emptying his gun of the empty cartriages and loading it, not caring whether the rounds were the same or not he only cared for one thing. Killing the bastard.

The gamma was walking away and had placed something down next to a tree but the alpha simply ignored this fact his sole intention was him. "Brandin turn around!" He yelled out to him, fury ringing as loud as bell at a funeral, to which the gamma obliged that cocky spark in his eyes still present. Hand still trembling with rage pointed the magnum at the red haired wolf, the sights going on and off the target while his face was as hard and cold as marble. He pulled the trigger thrice, the recoil of the gun throwing his already unstable arm all over the place, the first two groups of shots were way off target hitting various places around Brandin but the last couple were at least somewhat on target, one bullet, glinting that of his custom silver rounds while the other was just a plain one. The custom round took a small chunk out his left ear with the plain bullet grazing his left cheek. A disgusted sneer spread across Anvar's face at the sight of the minor injuries he had inflicted but he didn't get another chance as the gamma had simply turned around and left.

His bloodlust faded as it quickly as it came and he soon ran to the aid of the wounded fox, he knelt beside the wounded girl everyone else was blocked out, a wounded pack member came before any other matter. Without saying anything to Rose he was checking the bite, prodding it to see how deep, wide, if Brandin had merely pierced the sking or had he tore/ripped it and whether the dog had pierced any organs or large blood vessels. He heard a moan of pain escape her lips and his face scrunched up into an apologetic face. "I'm sorry Rose I know it hurts but it's not as bad as it seems, simple multiple puncture wounds, nothing else to complicate things." He gripped her hand and pressed it down on the wound causing her to grimace. "Keep the pressure on it, we're going to head back to the ranch now and I know you hate it when I moddle coddle you but I do it to everyone when they're hurt don't forget." He then proceded to place his right arm under her knees and then placed the other around her back with his hand gripping her good shoulder. "You've just been upgraded to first class on the Anvar express." He chuckled at loud the incident still fresh in his mind but surpressed.

He turned to the felines again, smile fading a bit but still remained on his lips. "Before we set off to the ranch I'll have to ask that you all revert to your human forms please and we shall as well, just a precaution." He signalled all the wolves he could see to do as he had said. "Also I will have to ask for you to lead, as I have said the ranch is in that direction, again another precaution." His voice was calm and relaxed, the way it should always be in his eyes. Everyone seemed to comply with this as soon he was surrounded by humans of different sizes, all rather naked of course but this didn't faze him a bit, they were naked as animals what did it matter if they were naked as an ape? As the felines began to move out he gave a serious glance at his betas, he didn't want to say out loud since it should be clear that they had to do something about Brandin. As they were heading off, Anvar saw what the gamma had place and it was two knives, Renmy's in fact. He glanced around at first and then finally into the tree and he thought he saw a foot dangling but when he had a closer look he couldn't see the foot or the owner, he shook his head at this thinking the gamma would have made herself known to him maybe by falling out of the tree or something. He glanced back to the girl in his arms, she looked a little pale but didn't seemed too fazed. "Hey Rose not a good day for you is it?" He joked with a hint of seriousness in it.

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Ulrica stared at the felines. Her eyes gleaming an unknown emotion. She peered at Anvar, confused but none of doubt. "There must be a reason why there here...." She muttered to herself. Changing into her human form, she ran her slender fingers through her hair in thought. "Well Cyra..." She nudged the beta and gave her a look, trying to reassure her. "Shall we..?" Ulrica nodded her head towards Brandin's trail. 'Alpha's orders are a defiant.' She thought, and began to take a step forward. 'Bradin shouldn't be so far... but what to do with him.' She tilted her head, and stared off into nothingness. Swirls of conclusions filled her mind, but just got her irritated. First the feline problem and now Bradin. 'There is always a reason.' She reminded herself. "For everything..." Rubbing her tired neck, she looked at the others trying to find some answer. Shifting her body toward Cyra, she gave her a curious look. It sent a message of slight concern. 'Will you be alright..?' Her eyes appeared to be one of a mother, but also one of a friend. Well thats what it should be. A pack should love one another, but then again, there were some expectations.

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Ophis glared at the back of the red head. What the hell was wrong with him. She felt her lips curl, hating the act of defiance. Even if it wasn't in her group. Shifting a bit, she inhaled and changed to her human form. Brown locks fell lifelessly, and her brown eyes grew human like. Wide and round. Her fangs dissipated and was replaced by ones of a human girl. She rolled her head around and sighed with every crack. It been awhile since she transformed back, and it was a bit painful. But this was a pinch to what she been through.
With a huff, Ophis stood proudly, waiting for her leader to follow the alpha. But she was reluctant. This pack seemed out of order. A gamma attacking one of its one. That was not right. Was the alpha not in charge. 'He seems to be...' She didnt finish the thought. It was obvious that he was strong, it literally swirled in the air around them. But she would never declare another to be strong. Her leader was always stronger in her eyes. The strongest. Ophis merely mumbles a oath and tried to hold back any sarcastic dripping comments. A bad habit of hers. Defiantly when she was surrounded by something she didnt like. Making she to position herself near the younger sibling of the leader, she eyed the others. One wrong move and she will strike.

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#, as written by Akantha
Astrid Vellamo & Dante Selantine

Astrid quietly watched Anvar treat to his wounded pack member. The fox kin’s pained moan was unsettling but Astrid kept her posture straight, reminding herself that it wasn’t her problem and she had no business trying to take over the situation. After all, she had enough to worry about with her own pride now that she knew one of the wolves was a little rough around the edges.

Astrid straightened as he turned to the felines again; smile fading a bit but still remained on his lips. She gazed at his smile, absently wondering how he could still manage to do so but dismissed the thought upon his comment. "Before we set off to the ranch I'll have to ask that you all revert to your human forms please and we shall as well, just a precaution." Astrid hesitantly nodded, and looked back at her pride to check to make sure everyone was doing so. After everyone came into his or her human form she looked to Anvar in confirmation. “Done.”

"Also I will have to ask for you to lead, as I have said the ranch is in that direction, again another precaution." Astrid shrugged, pleased with this request. “That’s completely fine.”Astrid commented confidently. She loped to the head of the group, waving her felines to follow but she made sure to motion to Dante to take the back, as the cushion between the groups. She didn’t want any surprises and she knew that the great hulking man would be plenty enough to ward off surprise attacks. Once she was comfortable with the pride’s position she led on towards the settlement in the distance, following the scent of wolf to keep her on track.

Dante stuck close to Astrid, uncomfortable with how things were developing. After the bloodbath and violence, he felt disturbed that they would be staying in close quarters with these wolves. They obviously had problems of their own, and even though he could see that Astrid wanted no part of it, it was still way too close to the pride. As Anvar set his requirements, Dante gazed at Astrid watching her agree. The first, she seemed hesitant about and he couldn’t doubt why. They would lose a lot of power if they were all in human form. Although, the wolves were all in human form too but the next order provided them with a surprise attack which deepened his unease. He noticed Astrid’s signal for him to take the back and he nodded. He would be the defense, and somehow he understood why. Dante knew what he looked like. He looked like an oversized German man, with ultra muscles. Anyone looking at him would wonder if he had been on a protein shake binge for five years while he had been going through puberty. He let the other felines follow and kept his posture straight, albeit tense, as he kept the rear of the formation.

Astrid led the pride and the wolves to a ranch house that was expansive and extremely gorgeous. She almost wished they had the same accommodations back at Central Pride. The thought was lost when she stopped beside the two houses and turned to Anvar with a curious expression. “Where would you like us to go? I’m guessing the guesthouse but since this is your home, I’ll not make any assumptions, hm? I’m sure you wouldn’t want us in your bedroom, shedding cat fur everywhere.” She grinned, and hitched one hip up while her hand rested on it. It was a typical challenging pose that didn’t show any menacing qualities and was actually a bit playful. Many of the females did that back in her pride whenever they teased the men. She needed to be in good graces with these wolves if what she had planned would go well.

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"Not really, no." The injuired fox laughed lightly, causing Anvar's mood to raise a fraction. The pride's leader had agreed to his terms causing his mood to raise a little bit more but he could still feel that anger bubbling within him, ready to explode upon the next person to anger him. I'm going to curb stomp that mangy mutt when he returns, the thought was sour and felt like poison to his mind but he still held it within his head, he meant every word of it and planned on making it a reality. He noticed as they all walked to the ranch the dissaproving glare coming from his beta and gave a threatening glance back, he wasn't in the mood to be judged, he had never lead them to harm before and the odd time that danger did find them he had made sure that he was the one to come to harm not his "family". He looked down on Rose who looked small and helpless in his arms but also quite cute despite the blood seeping from her bite mark. "Now this is the second time I've carried you to our home you know." He paused for a second as he corrected himself. "Actually you wouldn't know you were completely out of it but you obviously remember giving me this scar under my eye, you always have been a lousy aim." He allowed himself a chuckle despite his crappy mood even if it was only half hearted.

They had reached the house with no more incidents, much to Anvar's relief although the dissaproving eyes he could feel on him were starting to put him down again and he began to go into thought about his decision but was interrupted. "Where would you like us to go? I'm guessing the guest house but since this is your home I'll not make any assumption, hm? I'm sure you wouldn't want us in your bedroom, shedding cat fur everywhere." He hand went to an elevated hip, the alpha wasn't quite sure if she was flirting or not, he had very limited experience with werecats, he had read the countless books in the study about the war of the ghilles and knew that they shouldn't be treated lightly but if they had came here aggressively they would have slaughtered Brandin there and then, not remain diplomatic as they had. He returned her gaze with a smile, strained but not noticeably so, not to someone who didn't know him anyway. "You assumed right but I'll warn you you're already standing in my bedroom, I prefer to sleep under the stars." He wasn't kidding the only time he slept in the house was when it rained and when the winters cold became too much for him otherwise he'd sleep by the campfire, the roaring flames keeping him warm while a bottle or two of whiskey kept him company.

"Head inside the only thing the guesthouse doesn't have is somewhere to cook food but if you're desperate for some cooked meat, I'll be happy to have some company by the campfire." He pointed to it. "But I'm afraid you'll have to wait a while before that happens I have to tend to my wounded friend here and have a word with the rest of the pack here." He gave a glance to all the present members and gestured with his head to go to the study before turning around to Astrid ine more time. "I'll drop by to see if you're all doing ok." And with that he headed into the house to which his pack members had already entered. "Now I'm going to fix you up and make you that pretty fox lass I know." He chimed to Rose, laying her down gently on the couch before heading into the kitchen to fetch the first aid box, and a bottle of emergency sipping whiskey (Renmy had used up all the anti-septics it seemed.) He pulled a rilled bandage out of the box and soaked it in the whiskey, it was lucky he loved everyone of his pack members, Brandin excluded otherwise he might not have wasted the one liquid he held more sacred than blood. "Now this is going to sting like an absolute bitch." He warned her before pressing it down firmly onto the wound to which he quickly priceede to bandage up, not a single bit embarrassed or shamed with where his hands where touching, he was helping her out after all.

After checking he had done a good job, gave her a light kiss on her injuired shoulder. LNow that will make your boo boo all better, now I don't have a lollipop but how about somethimg a little bit stronger?" He held out the whiskey to her and was surprised by her reaponse before suddenly becoming serious as he realised tha the rest of the pack was waiting for him in the study, sighing rather sadly he asked Rose. "Do you think I made a bad call? I was only showing a bit of human compassion for god's sake." He nodded solemly at her answer before heading to the study. He opened the door and as soon as those judging eyes hit him his anger bubbled up again, not exploding but spilling over a bit. "I know what you all are thinking and I have one thing to say, how fucking dare you." He was surprised as anyone else at his choice of words but he had little power over himself at the present time. "How fucking dare you that you don't trust me enough with this decision, not once have I lead this pack into danger, not once and when it has come knocking on our doors have I not shown you how much I love each one of you that stands before me." He was almost close to tears as he ranted on. "I think just by looking at me should remind you of all the sacrifices I have made to keep you safe." He gestured to his scars at this statement, not one had come from his own mistake, all of them had been from him helping them whether it be sparring, protecting them in a fight or simply from scrapes and burns when helping with their duties. "If they really wanted to mean us harm they would have slaughtered that bastard of a wolf that attacked one of his own pack and believes he can get away with it." He shook his head and glared at everyone, keeping eye contact until they broke it. "Now just piss off, I'm heading to the campfire if anyone needs me." The anger was now gone for good and he regretted yelling at his pack like that but saying sorry wasn't going ro help.

He grabbed a bottle from the cabinet and the already opened whiskey and headed to the campfire, passing by Rose to which he gave her a weak smile the best he could muster. He had completely forgotten about checking up in the cats and began to build a fire. Only when it had finished had he began to drink visiously, not giving damn who saw him but feeling lonely despite his best efforts and began to go deep in thought. on hsr in

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Character Portrait: Ophis Nyx Character Portrait: Cyra Grey Character Portrait: Rose Larkin Character Portrait: Anvar Woad Character Portrait: James A. Avery Character Portrait: Astrid Vellamo
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Astrid Vellamo

Astrid purred a chuckle at Anvar’s unexpected answer. "You assumed right but I'll warn you you're already standing in my bedroom, I prefer to sleep under the stars." She had expected something more sarcastic in the least. “Ah, well that’s interesting.” She kept her comment at that, leaving the rest out. ‘Interesting because dogs also have a habit of sleeping outside too. Isn’t that cute?’

"Head inside. The only thing the guesthouse doesn't have is somewhere to cook food but if you're desperate for some cooked meat, I'll be happy to have some company by the campfire." He pointed to it and Astrid sniffed unhappily. "But I'm afraid you'll have to wait a while before that happens. I have to tend to my wounded friend here and have a word with the rest of the pack here.” Astrid tensed and nodded. He probably meant something like a dominance meeting or lecture. Her father used to do that when his members doubted him. It assured their positions as the Alphas although she didn’t know the wolf and might be wrong. She scowled. John would have just had the feline killed. "I'll drop by to see if you're all doing ok." Astrid huffed. “Take your time.” Astrid murmured as he began walking towards what appeared to be the main house

Astrid led the felines up into the house and as soon as they were behind closed doors she sighed. “Alright. Let’s get down to business.” She sat down on the couch, glancing around at the furniture.“Not bad taste, eh? Anyways we’ll go with Larissa’s plan but tweak it. I say we use them. They seemed threatened by us and that’s probably because we took some of their territory a while back. They probably want it back and we can give it to them. Sic them on our enemy and we both win. We get to go free and they get a piece of land back. If not, we’ll be running for a while. John won’t stop to get his grubby hands on our heads whether they be attached or not.”

She inhaled slowly, and then hissed out her breath. “So for now, scout out what you can about the wolves. Find out the dangerous ones, and the ones who will support us. Be on your best behavior.” She cast her gaze around her pride. “Also, be back for dinner.”

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Slowly, Cyra's wariness lessened as each of the werekin changed to their human form. Nonetheless, she still felt unsettled about Anvar's decision to allow the werecats to stay with them and she would need to examine her feelings more closely before she could precisely determine what was bothering her. Right now, all she could say was that Anvar had decided without much thought or discussion, and that bothered her. It would have been more difficult for her, if she had been in the same place, to invite the werecats to be guests in their home, especially considering the circumstances. Anvar had acted faster than she would have, and that was part of what unsettled her, along with the circumstances and maybe his comment. However, was she just overreacting?

Her musings were interrupted when Ulrica asked her if she was ready, pointing in the direction Brandin had gone. She remembered Anvar's glance from before that had expressed the need to take care of that red haired, blood thirsty wolf. She thought for a moment, shook her head, and replied, "I think we need to help escort our guests before that, then talk to Anvar." Cyra realized that her face must have betrayed her unsettled feeling when Ulrica looked back at her with concern. Cyra tilted her head to the side, looking at the ground for a moment before her gaze returned to Ulrica's face. She gave a short nod and raised her eyebrows as if asking, "And you?"

The group began walking, and Cyra began to sort through her feelings once more, keeping a close watch on the werecats. Anvar must have seen the doubtful look on his face because he gave her an angry glance, one which she met with a blank look before continuing her train of thought. What exactly was bothering her? Was it merely a distrust for the werecats, and especially their leader? Or was it mostly Anvar's comments?

She remembered that the initial anger she had felt at the werecat's intrusion on their land had turned into relief when Anvar came to take care of it. She had been confident that he could resolve the situation with out a fight, and he had done so. Then, that would mean that her frustration did mostly stem from his comment. The more she thought about it, the more petty that reason seemed. The unsettled feeling began to fade, though it didn't go away completely. By the time they reached the house and Anvar told the werecats they could use the guest house, Cyra felt fairly calm, but curious about what Anvar would say when they went to the study.

She went to the study, sat down, and Anvar came in to speak with them moments later. As her gaze rested on him, she realized there was anger on his face. A blush colored her cheeks at his words and she stared down at the floor, but this time it was a blush of shame. She was ashamed that her first reaction to Anvar's decision had been to doubt rather than to trust him. However, though he was being a bit harsh as well, Cyra understood his frustration.

He stormed out of the room and the was a brief, awkward silence. Yet, somehow the scolding also made her feel better. It was a release of tension, if nothing else. Cyra gave a heavy sigh before saying, "Well, that went well." There was a hint of sarcasm in her tone. She flashed a small, hesitant smile, already starting to feel uncomfortable in her human form. She stood and left the study, pausing in the hall to change back to her wolf form before heading outside. She loped around the house, found a comfortable spot in the shade of a tree and lay down. Here she could see both the guest house and the main house, and she could be found easily. She gave a small huff and settled her head on her paws.

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Character Portrait: Ophis Nyx Character Portrait: Rose Larkin Character Portrait: Anvar Woad Character Portrait: Astrid Vellamo Character Portrait: Ulrica Archer Character Portrait: Larissa Vellamo
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"Larissa. Can you do something? You’re the best one to do this so can Ophis and you go find some nice clothes. Two options: Raid the wolves, or go on a shopping trip. Town shouldn’t be too far, hm?” Ophis blinks at the call of her name, and she stood up in attention. “Although, you should find some clothes first anyways. Probably need to raid the females. Get to know them while you’re at it.” She grins and a gleam was seen in her eye. "Well thats a good idea..~"
“I love you all though so be careful on this special mission. And whatever you decide to do afterwards, be extra careful.” She nods and began to walk out the door.
“I trust you girls will do your best so be good. Particularly good!” Ophis scoffs, a smile on her face. "Oh yeah, Ill make sure to be on my "best" behavior." She replied, her words dripping with sarcasm. Making her way to Larissa, she noticed her scurry back, and her face a cherry red. A thin eyebrow rose and she peeked to where Larissa stood. The sight of the two wolves made her grin. "Heh..." Turning on her heels, she jogged back to Larissa and patted her back. "Well didn't we see something scandalous~" She purred, walking beside her.
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[ophis will be added soon]